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Monday, January 31
depressing news
I want to believe this isn't true...
One in three U.S. high school students say the press ought to be more restricted, and even more say the government should approve newspaper stories before readers see them, according to a survey being released today.

The survey of 112,003 students finds that 36% believe newspapers should get "government approval" of stories before publishing; 51% say they should be able to publish freely; 13% have no opinion.

Asked whether the press enjoys "too much freedom," not enough or about the right amount, 32% say "too much," and 37% say it has the right amount. Ten percent say it has too little.
   

r & d
Just about all of my husband's purchases are highly planned. He does his homework. Take our camcorder for example. He researched what sort of options he'd want and what sort of tapes he'd need, if it would be compatible with our DVD recorder, and so on. With a model in hand, he then researched prices until he found the very lowest one. The result: a camcorder that works just right for us.

So when Brendan heard that Iron City, a Pittsburgh beer, was starting to be distributed in Maryland and Virginia, he was on it. He was searching and searching for a way to get it. He had his mom look at Thanksgiving when she was in Sharon (an hour or so west of Pittsburgh); and he did a full web search. Until he found out that there's a beer and wine store in Vienna, called Norm's that was carrying it. So he and Glen would take a drive out to Vienna and pick up a couple cases when we ran out, and we'd have it for game day.

You have to understand, specialty beer is a little hard to come by sometimes in Virginia. Since beer and wine are available for purchase at the grocery store (which is nice), there's only so much variety. Norm's is nice because they have domestics that I like -- Prankster, Magic Hat -- and imports like Young's.

So yesterday when we were at Costco, we were a little caught off-guard to see a stack of cases of Iron City for sale*! There's no telling if they will have it next time we need it; there's still a case and a half left (because we had to be prepared in case we needed to have a Superbowl party, but we're not talking about that), but it's a hell of a lot closer...






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*And also Smithwicks' which is another favorite of mine.
   
Thursday, January 27
swift kick
Work is kicking my ass right now. No time to talk.

(Specifically Health Insurance reform and Social Security.)
   
Friday, January 21
on that note
I love Hank Stuever. In today's Post, he called Ashcroft "God's own Neil Sedaka." His whole article is good; funny at first:
It feels like your pew is missing its hymnal. You need to shape up, sit up, get with the program, and don't even think about giggling. Everyone is looking uphill, booing at the arrival of John Kerry on the Jumbotron screen, cheering wildly for . . . Dan and Marilyn Quayle, who have arrived via a time machine that seems always set to keep on redelivering them to this celebratory morning and vantage point.

and then serious:
At Eighth and E streets NW, about 1:20 p.m., a bunch of kids come running around the corner by the Ginger Cove restaurant, past the Penn Camera store. The protesters are wearing black hooded sweatshirts, and red leotards, and gas masks, ski masks, goggles, and for a second you don't know if they're running toward something or away from it until you see cops chasing them, too, and weapons being drawn and arms flailing. Everyone has a camera or a picture phone or a digital recorder. Bystanders scramble out of the way. The crowd flows down toward the FBI building. Snipers watch from above.


I'm glad I stayed at home.
   
Thursday, January 20
don't they know we will make fun of this?
I'm in pain, some guy is singing John Ashcroft's "Let the Eagle Soar" song right now at the inaguration, as the President and the First Lady make their way through the bowels of Congress. The only part that wasn't too awful, was when ABC got the sound screwed up and all I could hear was the echoes of people walking through the hall. But now what's-his-name is singing about the letting the Eagle soar from rocky coast to distant shore. At least Ashcroft isn't singing it himself. Ah, according to Peter Jennings, the song was a special request from Vice President Dick Cheney. Maybe he's not a robot afterall?
   
Tuesday, January 18
was that you?
I think I saw one of my neighbors on the Metro this afternoon. But I'll never know, because I was too scared to talk to him. All I had to do was go up to him and say, "Thomas?" I kept looking, trying to figure out if it was really him. How sad is that? If it really was him, I'll feel bad; and if it wasn't then who cares, because it was just some random guy on the Metro.
   
Sunday, January 16
perhaps
Maybe you thought I had disappeared; not to worry, I haven't. We haven't. I was out of commission early in the week, with an awful stomach virus. A stomach virus so potent, it had it's own article in the Post this week.
If you're still eating breakfast while you read this, or catching a quick bite for lunch during work, that is good fortune and bad. Looking at life positively, it means you are not suffering from the miserable sickness that is the subject of this story. A couple of paragraphs of description, though, and there's no guarantee you won't start feeling queasy.

How else to explain the sledgehammer effect of an affliction with such a grossly apt moniker as "winter vomiting disease"? This highly contagious stomach bug, which mimics many aspects of food poisoning, is a norovirus that hits hardest this time of year.

For 24 to 48 hours, it lays waste to its victims.


I've been spending a lot of time playing catch-up at work. (In fact, I'm at work right now, waiting for a simulation to run.)

But the big news is that we added two little members to our family this weekend.

Meet the kittens. They are two little purr-boxes.

She takes a bit,

but he revvs right up. Aren't they just so cute??
   
Friday, January 7
take a seat 2
As I came down the stairs, Brendan said to me, "What did you say the couch was called again?"
"Varnamo," I said. "Why?"
He looks down at the ground and then points his finger and says, "I still maintain that the couch that we saw in the store was not our couch."

And then he hands me this little folded up piece of paper. It's one of those white rectangle labels and it's got some old Tobydog hairs stuck to the back of it.



If you can't read that, I'll do it for you.
SUPPLIER NUMBER 13079
115151-045 8 of 10
27530 11.25 9150
VARNAMO SOFA 3
TSP 4/10/01


Ouch. How does it feel to be totally wrong?!



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yeah, we'll still get HDTV, but damn I love being right!
   

criminal
This bill is just atrocious. It takes an awful lot for me to send an email to my delegate, but this one did the trick. Here's the gist:
When a fetal death occurs without medical attendance, it shall be the woman's responsibility to report the death to the law-enforcement agency in the jurisdiction of which the delivery occurs within 12 hours after the delivery. A violation of this section shall be punishable as a Class 1 misdemeanor.
...

Furthermore, this bill means that a woman who experiences a spontaneous loss of pregnancy will have her privacy violated significantly more than if she had chosen an abortion. Though Virginia requires that induced terminations of pregnancy be reported, those reporting forms require only a “patient number” and information on the procedure. The “report of fetal death” asks for the woman’s full name, her history of prenatal care, her marital status, her education history, her previous deliveries (if any), and a number of other very intrusive data items.

There are so many other things that are wrong with this bill. Read more here and here.

[Thanks Mac]
   

london baby!
Photos from our London trip are up in the gallery. Highlights include:


Big Ben


Westminster Abbey


The London Eye


The Tower of London


Buckingham Palace


St Paul's Cathedral


the Changing of the Guard


the British Museum


the Rosetta Stone

and others...

[Extended entries in the travelblog still forthcoming.]

   
Thursday, January 6
take a seat
The bet: HDTV
The question: Was that our couch at IKEA last night?

I know it was. I am certain. The only difference was the piping color. The sofa has two rectangular seat cushions and three pillow like ones across the back, rounded arms and small feet. I could only find one decent shot of it in our online photo albums. It's not in the IKEA online catalog anymore.

There're no labels on the couch anywhere that have the IKEA name on it, either. The one we saw yesterday evening was "Vatstag" or something like that.

If it kills me, I'm proving myself right. And Brendan wrong. No HD for you. Ppppt.

[UPDATE: Brendan says he would have remembered if we bought a couch whose name started with a "V". What the hell kind of reasoning is that? That sounds like a person who knows he's wrong.]
   
Tuesday, January 4
home jeeves
We're back. And good and tired. Pictures and entries over in the travel blog are forthcoming. I promise.

I had the most fun in London, though. It was hard not to shop all the time. Monsoon has the best trousers I've had on anywhere. They actually fit through the hips and the waist doesn't pucker in the back when I sit and show off my underwear to the entire world. It's so nice. Sadly, they don't have a store here, and they don't deliver anywhere except to the UK and Ireland. I had to limit myself to just one pair of pants, but I'm going to wear the hell out of them.
 


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